The Met Office forecast a day of miserable sleety rain.


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( Around the forest at dusk.. )

We've had the first snow of the winter ( Read more... )

7am. Three or four inches of snow fell overnight, and a light snow is still falling. The dark woods have transformed into a negative of themselves - conifers, heather, forest floor, all startling white. Pip and I are the first to venture into the forest, and the pristine snow is marked only by Pip's eccentric progress, his pawprints stitching ( Read more... )